*whimper*

Uuuuugh. Igor night last night. Good in that the choreography was pretty much all stuff we'd done last year, except for a strange counter-clockwise turn in rumba that was new, but not particularly difficult. Good also in that Igor was his usual fantastic and amusing self. Bad in that my technique flew far, far away over the summer, and Igor + Jive = exhaustion. Aaaaauuuughhh. Plus the poor newbie guy I was dancing with, while he got most everything else, just couldn't figure out Quickstep. I had the same problem last year, so I know exactly what he's going through, but nevertheless, it was still painful for my poor toes.

However, feeling like I knew what I was doing at an Igor lesson was lovely. :)

Unfortunately, the lesson didn't end until a little after 11:30. I got up at 8:20 this morning. Had to get all the way back north (Brian was wonderful and took a bunch of us to and from the dance studio down south in his car--wheee!), take a shower and do various and sundry things to get ready for bed, so didn't actually get to bed until 12:30. Was so not in the mood for sleep after that workout, so I tossed and turned for another hour and a half. Though the discussion in this morning's Irish Lit. class was incredibly interesting, staying awake was very difficult. Urk.

And now I have soon-to-be-blisters in a couple spots. You'd think jazz shoes wouldn't do that...

Foooooood

Extendo at Gund is the best thing to happen to food service on this campus. Mmmm. Cereal after class at 4 PM and not having to walk to Peirce to do it.

Kenster having Muppets music just makes my day today. :)